Tuesday, March 29, 2011
So, I have a new (another) addiction.
I was already an avid user and fan of Etsy, as I love custom things, odd things, one of a kind things. I love the idea that I can get something personal as a gift for someone, that is not from a big box store, and that supports artists, crafters, whatever you want to call them. I think it's awesome that if I want something specific, and it's something that I cannot find in a retail store, or is something I really cannot make on my own, I can go online and source that something and make it a reality. It's kind of like waving a magic wand.
The magic wand has now become very dangerous. My cousin is a fashion designer and she Etsy is one of the outlets she uses to sell her clothing. She came across an Etsy coupon site called Heartsy.me and recently had her store featured there. Heartsy works with the artists on Etsy and, like Groupon, provides shoppers with a major discount to stores on Etsy. Shoppers can also vote on Heartsy to say which shops they want to get discounts at.
So far in the past 3 weeks I have gotten:
$16 for $50 Online Store Credit at Love Betsy Rue for Vintage Jewelry
$19 for $50 Online Store Credit at Jewelry Deli
$40 for $100 Online Store Credit at Simone's Rose (my cousin's clothing store)
$19 for $50 Online Store Credit at Circuit Board Jewelry
See how this is now dangerous? Sure, I've spent $94 dollars for $250 dollars worth of goods, but I also spent $94 dollars that I did not need to spend at all (with the exception of my cousin's store, as I was going to buy some of her stuff regardless).
I have been a very bad girl and for a while I will be avoiding the Heartsy notifications so as to not tempt myself....
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Rude.
It occurred to me today that perhaps their had been a global directive to redefine the word rude. That perhaps the definition as I learned it and as I believe it no longer applies. It certainly seems this must be the case as I see rudeness being accepted as par for the course on a regular basis.
But then I Googled it, and was surprised to see that it does in fact, still mean:
[rood]
–adjective, rud·er, rud·est.
1. discourteous or impolite, especially in a deliberate way: a rude reply.
2. without culture, learning, or refinement: rude, illiterate peasants.
3. rough in manners or behavior; unmannerly; uncouth.
4. rough, harsh, or ungentle: rude hands.
5. roughly wrought, built, or formed; of a crude construction or kind: a rude cottage.
6. not properly or fully developed; raw; unevolved: a rude first stage of development.
7. harsh to the ear: rude sounds.
8. without artistic elegance; of a primitive simplicity: a rude design.
etc., etc.Personally, I like illiterate peasants and harsh to the ear best.
So, for those out there who mistakenly thought the definition had wholly changed, and that things formerly thought rude are now completely acceptable in "polite" society (this would of course exclude Charlie Sheen as well as all politicians, as they are both illiterate peasants and harsh to the ear), take note, the following things are, in fact, rude:
1. Talking on your cellphone when it's your turn at a store checkout
2. Leaving local papers and flyers outside on your doorstep for weeks on end so they blow around the neighbourhood
3. Leaving the keypad noise turned on, so when you text everyone around you has to listen to click click clickclickclick, it is possible to turn it off, in fact, it is preferable to turn it off
4. Eating food while you speak to someone on the phone
5. Playing on the computer while you speak to someone on the phone (playing because working is not rude, it is how you pay the bills)
6. Being more than 10 minutes late for anything
7. Talking on your cellphone for a 50 minute bus ride, seriously, grownups should know better, and I don't want to hear about your sister's drinking problems, and I don't want to hear the tinny half-responses coming back out of your phone
8. Looking anywhere other than at the person you are having a conversation with
9. Not responding to messages, emails, etc., you may be busy, but are you dead?
10. Making personal announcements public via Twitter, Facebook, etc. without bothering to notify close friends and family first in a more personal way.
11. Making paying customers wait in line while you (the clerk) try and sign others up for a credit/points card. I am on my lunch break, I want to hand you money and leave with my purchase, up-sell later or I will leave in a huff (which is also rude, but you made me).
etc. etc. etc.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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| When I was far younger and cuter... |
So, yesterday was my birthday, I am now old (but don't I say that every year?).
I find it (interesting? dismaying? pathetic? sad?) that the majority of the people who "happy birthday-ed" me yesterday are people I never see or speak to except for on Facebook. I am not a random Facebook-friending whore, so my FB friends are people I like, and care to keep in touch with in some way or another. But I noticed that the people I see and am face-to-face friends with (rather than just FB friends) missed my birthday for the most part, no emails, no FB messages, no cards, no phone call, and it's just kind of crappy, because FB or no FB, I always try to make sure I email, or send a card or a text or something when it's a special occasion. The FB posts are nice and all, but life is not a popularity contest, and I'd rather have 2 notes from close friends than 40 FB notes....
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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| Original sketch from my idea, Keith Durocher, PennyBlack Ink |
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| Initial 2 hour session |
and for this week's dose of irony, I now have a tattoo that says Read or Die, and I was told this week that one of my retinas appears to be detaching.
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| Second session, 2.5 hours |
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Monday, January 31, 2011
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I am not an overly emotional person, except when I am.
Right now I want to puke, cry, and commit murder all at the same time. Today is the type of day that reminds me why I generally try to avoid the news, why I purposely keep my head in the sand and look the other way, it's the type of day that reminds me the human race is fucking disgusting.
What caused this?
I am disgusted, I am outraged, I am helpless to do anything because the act has already been committed. Is there someone I, as a citizen, can go to and seek a similar decision be made to euthanize or cull the useless excuses for human beings that made the decision and (literally) pulled the trigger on these poor animals?
Would that I could.
I am not an overly emotional person, except when I am.
Right now I want to puke, cry, and commit murder all at the same time. Today is the type of day that reminds me why I generally try to avoid the news, why I purposely keep my head in the sand and look the other way, it's the type of day that reminds me the human race is fucking disgusting.
What caused this?
100 sled dogs slaughtered in Whistler when tourism slumped: Report
I am disgusted, I am outraged, I am helpless to do anything because the act has already been committed. Is there someone I, as a citizen, can go to and seek a similar decision be made to euthanize or cull the useless excuses for human beings that made the decision and (literally) pulled the trigger on these poor animals?
Would that I could.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Pandora.
I knew not of it until I visited my sis in Seattle a few months ago, she lamented that it wasn't available in Canada, but of course down south it is there for the taking.
I was sad. Then I Googled it and found a way to get it here (simply block my IP and the blocker assigns a random IP, and for whatever reason the random IP is a US IP).
Now I have it, and it's lovely. See, I like music, but I'm not an addict. I don't surf iTunes on a regular basis, in fact I probably add songs to my iPod like once or twice a year, which my husband thinks is insane because it means I am listening to the SAME 800 or so songs ALL YEAR.
The thing is, I can't be bothered to go wading through all the crappy music out there, it seems like every fresh-faced teenager has a single and really, do I need to hear that? Somehow, I think lyrically a 14 year old's song will not appeal to me.
I did have a satellite radio for a while a few years ago and I loved it because I had 2 channels that played my kind of music but added some other stuff in there, and it was in sync with the stuff I love. However, paying fifteen bucks a month for all eternity to listen to music once or twice a week became a bit ridiculous, so buh-bye satellite radio, hello iPod. Now, with Pandora, when I am at home and want to listen to some tunes, I can open up my Macbook and say hello to Pandora (and unfortunately I must alos say hello to the odd sudden commercial interruption between songs) and goodbye to my same old 800 songs.
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